Swine of Swine

Subtle can be the boundary Of direct manipulation Given the illusion of free will Pretending you have a choice But the hand is quick upon The throat if you should differ If you should make a choice That goes against their will Swollen ego always claiming to be downtrodden Meanwhile shoving and pushing their views Lazy tyrant, you won't even a lift a finger to help Yet you cry so loud all the while that you're drowning One bad decision after another, but you never think you're wrong The blame is always on someone else, someone more deserving When there's no one left And you are alone You will cry that you were abandoned Never admitting, or even confessing That you drove them all away